Silence of the Cows

[Morgeth]

A noble creature, full of wisdom, strength and.. stomach; the cow. It was with a sense of pride, and admiration as well, that Thomas folded his arms and gazed over the cows grazing within the wooden pen. Southshore was, for once, rather quiet and he enjoyed these small moments, within which he could observe his grand price, jewel of his life. Her name was Jaina, named after a certain someone, and she was the most beautiful cow one could ever behold. Granted Thomas had both children and a wife of his own, but there was still something that kept him from feeling the same sense of home with them as he did now, when he could look at his animals from a distance. This could very well be because his wife, who had somehow mutated over the years, becoming something that resembled a harpy in temper, and ogre in size.
- First the engagement ring, then the wedding ring, and at long last.. the eternal suffering.
Thomas gritted his teeth after having muttered the old line taught to him by his father. Those were wise words, even though the first time he heard them, he had dismissed them as the bitter ramblings of an old man. Right now, he felt as if he was the bitter one. Regardless, Jaina soothed his mind, by simply.. grazing off the small patches of grass that were still to be found. He leaned back against the wall of the barn, breathing a deep sigh and closing his eyes. For a moment.. the world wasn't such a bad place.

Thomas awoke to the sound of paws; big paws. The wolves were massive beasts, but the creatures mounted on them seemed even more fearsome. In horror, Thomas watched them approach and was barely able to find sense enough to bellow out a warning to the nearby guards. His voice, he noticed, pitched in a shrieking manner.
- Orcs! Come here to kill us all, they've come to kill.. the.. cows?!
Those last few words held all the surprise in the world, but alas, they were all but false. As Thomas had turned around, his eyes indeed did behold the horrific sight of five orcs cutting their way into the livestock. Their wolves joined with their masters, slaughtering what was surely a priced source of meat and other supplies for Southshore. A small whimper left the seasoned farmer, as he was forced to view the carnage from afar.
- Jaina.

Regardless of whatever pointless endeavour that the orcs were up to, guards still poured in from the centre of Soutshore, heavily armed and definitely ready to defend their people. The orcs, having cut their way through nearly all of the valuable livestock, snarled in defiance. The orc snarling the loudest, a female clad in vicious looking robes, roared out her orders and what followed was a strange battle indeed. Instead of human heads rolling, or any grievous wounds being inflicted, commenced a great number of elbows being shot out towards faces and well-aimed arrows. Some were robbed of consciousness, some of their dignity, but this day their lives were to keep, as the orcs motioned forward with another goal in mind. The warlock called upon her vile magics, encasing herself in a protective bubble, as she ran up to the tavern door. Whilst she nailed a note to said door, the other orcs raced past her, and into the basement of inn. There they destroyed whatever kegs, grain and other supplies that were to be found. As the orcs retreated throughout Southshore, a few carts were set ablaze, making it all too clear how these green-skinned fools intended to rob the human settlement of their food and their drinks.

Glistening with sweat, and basking in an odd sense of victory, the small band of orcs made their way across the green fields between Southshore and the "safe haven" known as Tarren Mill. Several of them laughed out loud, whilst others seemed to have had a more difficult time restraining themselves from the more foul deeds of war. It was as they commenced with gathering the reins to their riding wolves, motioning to mount them again, that something came flying to hit one of the plated warriors straight in the chest. A small grunt of discomfort left the massive orc, and the interest of the entire group was perked, as they peered down the gentle slope leading to the one human that had bothered to follow them all the way.
With tears still running down his cheek, a defiant fist pumping up into the air, roared the lone farmer, his useless pitchfork having done little but put a gentle dent into the orc it had been thrown to.
- Murderers, cow.. killers! You will pay!

As the orcs turned their wolves around, seemingly fleeing from the farmer's undoubtedly fearsome rage, a group of confused citizens amassed around the tavern door, because upon it.. sat a note indeed.
                                       And the note read (in common):

                       "Unto the citizens of the Southshore county.

As you all no doubt know, a great storm is approaching your home town. Throughout the human kingdoms, rumours of impending doom spread like wildfire. United in the field stand an army of orcs, trolls, Forsaken, tauren and elves, ready to conquer your lands in the name of the Horde.

As much as we revel in the glory of bloodshed and battle, however, we do not relish in the thought of killing the weak and innocent. Doom will soon come to this place, and when that happens, none will be spared by either troll nor Forsaken nor any warrior of the Horde that holds any grudges towards any of your kind.

Your cattle has been torn to pieces. Your crops have been burned. Your supplies have been ravaged. There is no more reason for you to stay in this war-torn land. Flee now, and you will yet live another day to escape the Horde’s merciless blades. You will hereby be given one final chance to pack your most important belongings and take the next ship to the southern kingdoms. Those who have failed to take the last boat out of here, will not be spared in any of the onslaught to come.

Let it not be said that we are monsters. Accept this final chance to escape, or face damnation. You have been warned.

Kozgugore Feraleye
Chieftain of the Red Blade tribe"



((OOC: Whipped this up for the little event we had! Changed the order of some stuff, to gain a little.. flow <_< A bit messy, but I had such a blast, that it had to be written down. Posted it on the realm forums too!))

[Kozgugore]

(( Gnar har! Such a lovely read! I like! I love! Poor Jaina though. ;_; ))

[Ragaresh]

(( Hah! love how you used the farmer that chased us! A fine read indeed, sparked my morning with a grin.  ))

[Mazguul]

(( Beautiful, just beautiful! ))

[Claws]

You done it again Morg
Nice yarn.
Should make a book of Blade strories